Like the infamous Paris original, this place is run by one André Saraiva. Film director. Graffiti artist.
Amateur shoemaker (ask at the bar about acquiring a pair of his custom Le Baron Nikes). If you remember his
last little venture on US soil, the Beatrice Inn, you’ll have a pretty good idea about the scene here.
Also, the door policy.

The concept: a gigantic, three-story house party... set in 1970s Vietnam. From the street, you’ll enter
into a long hallway that’s wallpapered in gyrating exotic dancers and lit by enormous Oriental lanterns.
Keep to your right and advance.

In the next room, you’ll find the beating heart of Le Baron: a tri-level chamber with a lacquered black
bar, a diamond-patterned dance floor and a token disco ball dangling from the ceiling. Above: a leathery
mezzanine lounge. Below: the basement. All around you: unmarked, unlocked mysterious doors. Go ahead,
explore.